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Winter weather is not my soul
But the biding for spring...
Whys everybody looking at me
Like theres something fundamentally wrong
Like Im a southern bird
That stayed north too long
Winter exposes the nest
Then Im gone
Winter weather is not my soul
But the biding for spring...
Whys everybody looking at me
Like theres something fundamentally wrong
Like Im a southern bird
That stayed north too long
Winter exposes the nest
Then Im gone